Chapters (52)
- “I’VE NEVER LIED TO YOU, DANA.”
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Epilogue
- Teaser chapter
His mouth was so close to hers, she could almost taste him. Whiskey and male and Wolfe. She blinked once and then again. Wait a minute. Fix him? He was warning her off? Again? “I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.” She edged away and let herself feel the sorrow of losing something she’d never had. “Believe me. When a man tells me to stay away, I’m not dumb enough to want to change him.” The ego on the guy. He was just too much.
“Good.” Quick and graceful, he stood and stalked to the doorway. “Oh. I have a call in to Captive to see if the annual party next Tuesday is still on or not. If it’s on, I’m going. You can come if you want, but you’ll have to act as a sub so I can keep you safe. Have a nice night, Dana.” He shut the door behind himself.
Her jaw dropped open, and she snuggled the kitten closer. “Can you believe that?” she muttered, her body uncomfortably tingly.
Kat snorted and bit her ear.
Males. Seriously. Males.
Chapter Six
Chapter Six
The woman looked a mite grumpy in the morning as she walked out with the binder she’d had on the bed the night before. Wolfe fought to keep his face stoic and quickly poured Dana a cup of coffee, shaking the whipped cream bottle he’d bought earlier and spraying generously before nudging a fresh pan of cinnamon rolls across the table. “Pippa brought these over.” He’d already eaten three before running quickly to the store.
Dana took the coffee, inhaled deeply, and then drank. “Thanks.” She’d donned another pair of faded jeans with a green striped button-down shirt that somehow hugged her curves. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and with no makeup, she looked about sixteen. He really liked the freckles across her nose. Did she have them other places?
Damn it. He had to stop thinking of her as anything but a friend. When he’d almost kissed her the night before, he’d realized he had to get a grip. “What are your plans for this Sunday morning?”
She took a seat and eyed the cinnamon rolls. “Well, I’ll probably eat one of those, regret it, do some research, compare notes with you, and head home.”
So she was still on that track. “You need to stay here.”
“No, I don’t. I’d also like to work out, but I can do that later tonight.”
Yeah, she had nice muscle tone but was still curvy. Not that he’d noticed. “I turned the garage into a gym. Feel free.”